Dietrich Bonhoeffer (German, February 4, 1906 – April 9, 1945) was a German Lutheran pastor, one of the founders of the Confessional Church, and a theologian. Born in Breslau, Germany (present-day Wroclaw, Poland). He once participated in the resistance movement against Nazism in Germany and planned to assassinate Hitler. He was arrested in March 1943 and hanged before the end of World War II, while Hitler committed suicide shortly after.
JonahPunhofer (Germany).
They wept before death, their bodies clutching at the wet ropes of the storm, reaching out to grasp the flying ropes, the hope of dying. As far as the eyes of terror can see, the churning night, the fierce wind and waves unleash a terrifying, deadly force.
O Eternal Best, enraged gods, they roar, Help us, to show the criminals who provoke you to anger, and we do not know how he has greatly offended your majesty, whether it is an abomination, an oath, or a contemptuous blasphemy. 」
but we suffer calamity for his transgressions, only to save his poor self-esteem. And so they wept and cried until Jonah said, "It is I!" I have sinned against God, let me die. 」
Do it, and throw me into the ocean! It is my sin, and God alone is angry with me. The innocent should not die with the sinner! They trembled and trembled, but with their strong arms they cast out the sinner with all their hearts. The churning sea immediately subsided.
FriendsPunhofer (Germany).
Not from the heavy soil of the earth, like blood, marriage, vows to rule with divine power, nor from the earth to guard the sacred morality against foolishness and ** Not from the heavy soil of the earth, but out of free emotions and the desire of the heart, without oaths or legal bindings, this is what friends add to friends.
In the wheat fields that feed us, people plough religiously, give the sweat of their labor, and are willing to shed their blood if necessary; In the wheat fields that are needed daily, people also allow lovely wheat flowers to bloom. No one planted, no one watered; Growing up in unguarded freedom and living faith, no one can envy its life beneath the vast sky. In addition to the daily necessities, the elements that come from the heavy earth, in addition to marriage, work, and war, the autonomous person also desires to live and grow in the sun. Not only the ripe fruits, but also the flowers are very cute. Whether the flower is for the fruit, or if the fruit is for the flower alone, who knows? But both are given to us. The most precious, rare flowers bloom in happy times The spirit of freedom that is joyful, adventurous, and easily believed in is what friends add to friends.
From playmates begin a vast journey of the soul to wonderful, distant lands; This kingdom, under the veil of the morning light, shone like pure gold; When you approach, when the sun is shining, the thin clouds are floating in the blue sky; This kingdom, in the busy night, lures the seeker like a buried secret treasure under the light.
Then, when the heart touches the heart of man, with great, joyful, and bold thoughts, he faces the world with clear eyes like a free man; Then, when the act leaps out of the mind, the act on which the individual stands or falls, from which the act is strong and healthy, the work arises to bring satisfaction and meaning to life, and then the person, lonely and hard working, longs to fellowship and know the bottom of the soul. Like a pure, refreshing lake that cleanses the soul of dust, restores calm and turns into strength in times of exhaustion, like a fortress, after danger and chaos, let the soul return, find refuge, comfort and strength here, this is what friends add to friends.
Moreover, the heart longs to be trusted, to trust unconditionally. The disgusting wicked hide under the mask of hypocrisy and feed themselves with jealousy, suspicion, and prying privacy, and with a malevolent tongue that hisses with a snake, and fears, hates, and slanders the mysterious free mind and upright heart, and the mind expects to drive out all deception in order to fully confess to the hearts of their fellow kinds, and to form a free and loyal alliance with one another. Willingly, expecting affirmation, expecting recognition, expecting gratitude, expecting joy and strength from another mind.
But he prefers to succumb to strict standards and harsh rebukes. The mature man seeks the loyalty of his friends, not by commands, not by coercive decrees and dogmas, but by counsel, good and serious, in order to set him free.
Whether near or far, joyful or sorrowful, we know that there is freedom and humanity in our faithful friends.
An air raid siren sounded at midnight; I've been thinking about you for a long time in the quiet of the night, how it's going, how our lives have been connected, and how I hope you'll come home next year.
It wasn't until midnight until midnight that the signal finally came that the danger was over; All sorts of dangers, if the signs are true, will gently pass you.
August 1944.
The power of goodPunhofer (Germany).
There are all the miraculous powers of goodness that surround us, guiding and guarding us through faith and peace. Therefore, I want to spend these days with you, and welcome the New Year with you, my friends.
The past years still haunt our hearts, and the weight of the difficult years still lingers. Lord, give peace to broken souls, the grace you promised, your comfort, in these bleak days.
But if thou wilt ordai to give the cup of bitterness of heartbreak, I will drink it from all at once, leaving no bitterness behind, and we will receive it without trembling with thanksgiving, for it is the gift of thy loving hand.
But if you are determined to give joy again so that our world may be filled with the sun again, may we always remember the years that have passed, and recommit ourselves to your loving care.
May the candle flame you light spread warmth, and the light shines brightly to turn the night into light. May your will be done to unite us again; May the glimmer of hope inspired by your love light up our nights.
At this moment, in the dead of night, let us hear the voices of your children, who come out of the dark world, and utter hymns of universal jubilation.
Since all the good forces surround us so miraculously that our courage is determined regardless of what the future holds, God will be with us from morning till night, and the promise of love will begin every morning.
December 1944.
Sorrow and joyPunhofer (Germany).
Sorrow and joy suddenly invade our bewildered senses, and the first blow that begins is indistinguishable from sorrow and joy, like frost and heat in violent contact, burning us.
Sorrow and joy fall from the sky as meteors, and the shining arc flies over the top, and everything that touches it is like a fragment of ordinary life, struck.
Calm, powerful, destructive and threatening, sad and joyful, summoned or unsearched, marching in like a procession. Everything that comes across, is changed, given a strange gravitational pull, and a spirit of worship.
Joy is full of fear; Sorrow but sweetness. It's hard to tell the taste of it approaching us from eternity, powerful and terrifying.
People are rushing from all corners, some envious, some amazed, flocking, watching the signs of the future, and the mystery from above is being transformed into the inevitable rules of earthly drama.
What, then, is joy? What is sorrow? Only time can distinguish between the pain of the body and the suffering of the body, when the bitterness of the day's groveling slowly lifts the whole picture of the disaster, and the sorrow clearly emerges.
By that time most of us, out of boredom, out of boredom and unfortunate misfortune, have turned away from the drama and awakened like a dream, and are callous.
Oh Mother and O Beloved So, Ah, then your time comes, and this is the time of true love. Friends and brothers, your time has come! A faithful heart can change the face of sorrow and gently surround it with the gentlest heavenly radiance.
June 1944.
Who am IPunhofer (Germany).
Who am IIt is often said that I stepped out of the prison cell, calmly, happily, and firmly like a gentleman stepping out of the mansion.
Who am IIt is often said that I speak to the prison officer in a comfortable, friendly, and clear way of giving orders.
Who am IAnd they said, "I endure suffering, calmly, smiling, and proud like an overcomer."
Am I really what people say I am? Or is it only you who understands it in your heart?
I was like a bird in the dragon, restless, hungry, and weak, as if someone had grabbed me by the throat and struggled to breathe. I miss the colors, the flowers, the birds; I have extravagant desires for words of comfort and the love and mercy of my companions; I hate ** and narrow-mindedness; I wavered and waited for something great to come; I miss my friends thousands of miles away, but I can only tremble weakly; My prayers, my thoughts, my actions are tiresome and vanity; I was weak and wanted to say goodbye to everything at any time.
Who am IWhich one is the real me? One look today, another virtue tomorrow? Or do I have a dual personality at the same time? Hypocrisy in front of people, despicable and shabby cowards in the back? Or in the depths of my heart I am still fleeing from a victorious battlefield like a defeated army?
Who am IWhat mocked me was my own lonely question. Whoever I am, God, you know: I belong to you. 
Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.